All things must end


The Singing Librarian\'s new phoneWriting is not something that’s coming easily at the moment.   The final two assignments for my librarianship qualification are not progressing at all.  Quite a number of blog posts have been started but abandoned or deleted due to thoughts fizzling out half way through a paragraph.  Perhaps it is creativity in general that is lacking, as I am struggling to prepare a 5-minute children’s talk for church.

And so it is that I am reduced to a quite miserable blog post, illustrating a quite dramatic change in my life.  Last weekend I replaced my mobile phone.  This is hardly a novel event in the world.  Some people seem to change their phones every few weeks, but this is news indeed in the world of the Singing Librarian. My previous phone had served me well for at least seven years, possibly ten.  I only discovered last summer how to send texts in lower case, and it had never been a constant companion the way that these devices tend to be.  Yet it had become a part of me, a part that felt right despite the teasing about it being a ‘house brick’ and the fact that it quite genuinely was bigger than the cordless hand sets of my land line. It didn’t matter to me that the battery life was shockingly low, even though the battery seemed to weight a ton. It didn’t matter to me that if I wanted to send a text, I had to write the number down first. I suppose I was resisting conformity, going against the flow by owning a mobile phone that wasn’t truly mobile, certainly not in the summer, when pockets big enough to hold such a monster become impractical. Eventually, though, I cracked, and caused great amusement to a phone shop employee when he saw what I wanted to replace.  Great disapppointment as well, when I made it clear that I still wanted a basic telephone, not a camera plus mp3 player plus internet on the go plus food processor that happens to be able to make telephone calls.  I like simplicity, and that is what I got.

Old and new phones, side by sideReaders can see from the photo just how dramatic a change this is. From a giant beast to a slimline creature that fits happily inside a shirt pocket. From a black behemoth to a happy silver sylph. And yes, my readers would be quite right to suppose that the behemoth has an extendable aerial. I’m afraid it really could make a difference to signal quality sometimes.

The new phone is very novel to me at the moment, but in time, I will no doubt become accustomed to it. Still, it is, for me, a big change. In some ways, it feels like the loss of a part of my personality, a decision to go with the flow and do what everyone else is doing. But mostly it feels sensible and indefinably exciting, as my telephony finally enters the twenty-first century along with the rest of me.

As for the old phone, my faithful servant for all these years, I shall keep hold of it.  If I should ever do a show set around the turn of the millennium, it could be a useful prop.  Until then, I expect I can find a use for it as a paper weight or something equally practical.  Perhaps a door stop…

  1. I hope you get used to your new phone soon and I’m glad you kept your old one. I hope to see it appearing in a show one day! 🙂

  2. Regarding those assignments, I feel your pain. I am struggling with my current one to the point where I’d just say “no, not doing this one” if I’d paid for the module myself.

    I’ve got a couple of friends who really hate having to have mobiles and resist the whole camera / mp3 player thing, and it fascinates me. I find it impressive, to be honest. Phones are the one area in my life where I do feel that I’m living in the future, and rather a nice future at that, so I love all the gizmology, but I do admire those who firmly don’t.

    They’re both nice chunky does-what-it-says-on-the-tin phones, aren’t they? So glad you kept the old one. As you imply, retrotechnology is hard to find when you need it.

    Aphra.

  3. Try writing something short and easy like a haiku or a very short form poem, or commenting on a photograph to loosen up the writing. Sometimes this is more appreciated than a longer article.

    I tend to use my mobile phone as a second land line in the house. I hate being found all the time. I am not an always on kind of person. It is nice to have a second number in the house sometimes. I’m pretty resistant to carrying around a mobile phone all the time.

  4. I have to admit that I do often just switch it off if I don’t feel like being contactable, which is probably a cardinal sin in the modern world. Oh, well.

    AB, I wonder whether it’s the part of my brain that likes order that wants my phone to just be a phone. If I want to take a photo, I have a digital camera, and if I want to listen to music I… Actually, I lack an mp3 player in my life. I have to rely on my internal jukebox. Hmm, perhaps I’m just a fuddy-duddy.

    BC, I think my ability to write is coming back. Inroads have been made in assignment-land, and another (terribly dull) blog post has appeared. Creativity might take a while longer – haiku sounds like a good idea.

  5. What an interesting idea, that the multi-function devices are muddled up. Certainly my friend C who so thoroughly dislikes the idea of a phone that isn’t just a phone is very orderly and also very crisp in her political and social thinking.

    AB

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: